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Abide

To feel your lips on mine,
what space has physically left
(an impression and a long-distanced laugh)
hearing the clock tick endless moments away
waiting patiently, as they say.

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abide- to stop temporarily and wait for

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  • WordsArentEnough
    October 7

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    It seems that you enjoy flirting with brevity recently (one of my favorite words as someone once pointed out). Still, you manage to convey the longing very well. Also, the second line seems to say the most in the poem; I imagine space between two people, then space as in distance apart. As always, great job!